Sun, 09/11/2016 - 21:15 -- Sheepy

A beautiful, relaxing time for my body to repair
Dreams aplently float in my head
Yet a cold sensation forces me from slumber

Looking about in confusion
I find that sweet pup

The fluff of a friend
The needful eyes of a son
He seems to be hungered

Though quite odd
My reason to wake up every morning 
Is to make sure I always see that face


This poem is about: 
My family


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